Well, here we go! I hope this letter is as warm and humorous as I intended it to be.
The prompt said something along the lines of "If you feel you have more to say, choose one of these optional topics! (Write a letter to your future roommate).
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To my roommate from a possible future,
If you're reading this, it means we've both gotten into Harvard (expletive) College! Well, I won't waste any time with descriptions of how perfect I am, because that will fall apart almost immediately. Instead, I'll indulge you in some of my quirkier habits. I'm an artist, which means the laws of nature dictate that I am eccentric. For example, if you wake up one fine morning to find half of the room covered in newspaper and what appears to be unicorn vomit, it is the result of a midnight breakthrough. Don't hesitate to talk to me about my artwork; I'll gladly listen to what you have to say about my pieces and use your criticisms to better myself. So if you see me putting an unhealthy amount of effort into my artwork, don't stop me. Perfection, although physically impossible to achieve, is something I strive to infinitely approach. As such, it's perfectly fine if you throw a pillow in my general direction if my desk lamp is piercing your eyes at 5 o'clock in the morning. And, yes, you're more than welcome to join me in my sleepless nights and caffeine fueled bouts of productivity. I'll gladly pour you a cup of tea (provided we have cups), brewed with the best ingredients, like Cinnamon Bark and Chamomile from my family in Ecuador. That reminds me; you're going to know how to cook by the end of the year, because cooking is a necessary survival skill where I come from. I don't care if dinner is fried ramen; we will eat like kings every day in our new home away from home.
But before I start to sound like a narcissist, I'd love to know more about you, SchrĂśdinger's Roommate. I sincerely hope we can converse about the mysteries of the universe and have a civilized, navel-contemplating conversation when we aren't drowning in essays and studying. I really can't wait until we begin out first steps towards world domination! Remember, if you see a disheveled Hispanic nerd with a disproportionately large book bag, that's most likely me.
Here's hoping that the random fluctuations of quantum mechanics are in our favor!
-Anthony Chicaiza
The prompt said something along the lines of "If you feel you have more to say, choose one of these optional topics! (Write a letter to your future roommate).
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To my roommate from a possible future,
If you're reading this, it means we've both gotten into Harvard (expletive) College! Well, I won't waste any time with descriptions of how perfect I am, because that will fall apart almost immediately. Instead, I'll indulge you in some of my quirkier habits. I'm an artist, which means the laws of nature dictate that I am eccentric. For example, if you wake up one fine morning to find half of the room covered in newspaper and what appears to be unicorn vomit, it is the result of a midnight breakthrough. Don't hesitate to talk to me about my artwork; I'll gladly listen to what you have to say about my pieces and use your criticisms to better myself. So if you see me putting an unhealthy amount of effort into my artwork, don't stop me. Perfection, although physically impossible to achieve, is something I strive to infinitely approach. As such, it's perfectly fine if you throw a pillow in my general direction if my desk lamp is piercing your eyes at 5 o'clock in the morning. And, yes, you're more than welcome to join me in my sleepless nights and caffeine fueled bouts of productivity. I'll gladly pour you a cup of tea (provided we have cups), brewed with the best ingredients, like Cinnamon Bark and Chamomile from my family in Ecuador. That reminds me; you're going to know how to cook by the end of the year, because cooking is a necessary survival skill where I come from. I don't care if dinner is fried ramen; we will eat like kings every day in our new home away from home.
But before I start to sound like a narcissist, I'd love to know more about you, SchrĂśdinger's Roommate. I sincerely hope we can converse about the mysteries of the universe and have a civilized, navel-contemplating conversation when we aren't drowning in essays and studying. I really can't wait until we begin out first steps towards world domination! Remember, if you see a disheveled Hispanic nerd with a disproportionately large book bag, that's most likely me.
Here's hoping that the random fluctuations of quantum mechanics are in our favor!
-Anthony Chicaiza
